An abandoned house, a magic stick, and the school bully, is all it
takes to turn the lives of three boys upside down. Their only hope lives on top of Devil’s
Mountain. The question is, will they
survive the hike?
Excerpt from Hike Up Devil’s
Mountain
Jason was
getting closer to Andy. His voice hissed
through his teeth. “You must think we
are some kind of stupid. We aren’t like
the hicks who live in this town and if you think we would even begin to believe
some story about an old witch who lived here, then you better think
again!” Jason pushed Andy hard against
the wooden cabinet.
Andy shut his eyes waiting for the first blow. Nothing happened. He squinted open his left eye and saw Jason’s
head cocked to one side, trying to see behind Andy’s back. “What have you got there, Andy Pandy?”
Uh oh, the glowing stick.
Andy wasn’t about to give that up.
“Nothing,” he told him, trying to back away but there was no place to
go.
“Oh I think there is something,” Jason sneered.
“It’s mine!” Andy shouted. “You will have to do your worst if you think
you are taking this from me!”
“No
problem,” Jason said, lunging forward.
Andy tried to fake him out, pretending to run one way and then the
other. That didn’t work. That never worked! Jason grabbed Andy’s arm that held the stick
and tried to grab it. Something was
going to break, and Andy wasn’t sure if it would be the stick or his arm. They both fell and were rolling on the
floor. Andy knew he was losing this
battle. No matter how hard he held on,
he could feel his new-found treasure start to slip out of his grasp.
“Jason, stop it!”
Danny shouted. “You’re acting
like a big dumb toad!”
“Yeah…you’re … acting… like…a…toad!” Andy gasped between
each word.
The stick exploded into a flash of light and then the
fight was over. Andy jumped up, trying
to fill his lungs with air. What
happened? Danny came running over to
where Andy stood. “Where’s Jason?” Andy couldn’t answer because he couldn’t
catch his breath. Danny yelled, “Jason,
where are you? Quit messing around!”
His chest still heaving, Andy stammered, “I don’t
know. I . . . don’t know what just
happened.”
They both looked to the floor. Under one of the boxes was what looked like a
pair of pants. “Jason!” Danny hurried to
lift the box. No Jason — just his
pants. Lying close by were his nice Nike
shoes, socks and a short distance away was his shirt. “What did you do?” he yelled at Andy.
“Nothing! I didn’t
do anything! I . . . don’t know!” Andy had no answers.
Danny tried again.
“Jason,” he screamed his name.
“Where are you?”
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